This is a song about "Obisidian steed"

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

You know every night i'm high

If ballin’ was a crime, i’d be in jail

Tryna cope like it's a six day on a bail,

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Guess what you loose, now please go hang yourself with a string.

Guess what you loose, now please go hang yourself with a string.

What i'm wanting, and i'm trying to see something

Beat illmatic? fine, pace on tracks like a racing horse,

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

Fiddle with the string and hold the anger back

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Rough draft is what i title this

He struck gold, words an everlasting high

Rather live alone forever than live a lie